I finally got to sleep about 2 and was up again at 5. Still annoyed about the racket earlier I decided to make a brew and generally bang around listening to music. Didn't hear a peep out of them though.
There was a frost on the tent and my boots were very cold. It was nice to get into the car, the heater warming up my feet as drove through Glencoe in darkness listening to Duncan Chisolm. His Strathfarrar trilogy has been the soundtrack to many of my photographic trips, it's beautiful music - haunting and atmospheric and so evocative of the Scottish landscape.
As the sky brightended, I drove round to the Buachaille Etive Mor viewpoint. You know the one…its on millions of postcards and calendars and offers an iconic view of probably Scotlands most distinctive and best loved mountains. It is a fantastic viewpoint, and (as usual!) there were a group of photographers, crouched over their tripods waiting for the sunrise. They’d even camped out next to it! I wandered up the riverside, looking for an alternative foreground as I've shot this scene a few times - never to my satisfaction - probably because my friend Andy Hall has shot the definitive Buachaille Etive Mor scene in my opinion when making his Sense of Belonging to Scotland book. If you haven't seen his work, I urge you to check out his website.
I was trying to find a foreground which had some kind of shape relationship with the peak itself. The closest I came to it was an inverted pyramid formed by the rocks. Not exactly what I’d hoped for, in fact it was rubbish. The sun was coming up now and the granite peak was turning a brilliant shade of red. I made a few more images, one looking towards Creise (usually overshadowed by its more photogenic neighbour) and another looking back to Buachaille Etive Mor with the sun picking out the frosty foreground of grasses.